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Though he had never experienced true winter, he always wondered about the story he read in high school English, about the boy who slips away into madness with the sound of snow--both imagined and real. He imagines the sound like the soughing of the ocean waves upon which he sits with his board under a friendly winter light. The snow would pull him under, drown him. And then he feels the tug of the tide, the lift of his board. He stands, and he is only movement. #mastoprompt #bleak @stevencudahy